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Charles was startled at first, looked frightened, and then quickly regained his composure, "Mr. Malcolm, what's the truth about this matter? Do you think your grandfather, who used to dominate the military, will lie to you?" Malcolm lowered his black eyes and said nothing.

But with his indifferent and cold face, he was obviously skeptical about this matter.

"Mr. Malcolm..." "Charles, go back and tell my grandfather what | said. He knows what | want to hear." "Mr. Malcolm." Charles called again.

After Malcolm got up and walked back to the desk, he sat down quietly and started to do business, as if Charles wasn't there.

With the obvious expulsion order, Charles had no hope any longer and could only sigh, "For your message, | will pass it on to him. Within today, | should come again." This sentence made Malcolm frown suddenly.

Noticing the key words in Charles’ words, he looked at the back of Charles’ departure with a solemn gaze.

Before ten o'clock in the evening, forcing Ryan to confess was the deadline he gave, or sending Travis back to the previous cell.

As for his grandpa, it seemed that he wanted to let Charles handle these things within today.

Grandpa seemed to know his every move at NIB.

Was it grandpa’s former subordinates who were monitoring him? Because of one sentence, Malcolm fell into complicated thoughts, and various factors and reasons emerged frantically, disturbing him.

Ring- A short bell rang was the prompt tone for What's App messages.

He glanced at it casually, and when he saw that the sender wrote "Dear wife", he immediately picked up his mobile phone and checked.

Lyra: [How are things in the bureau going? Do you want to go out for dinner tonight?] Malcolm stared at this message for a long time, thinking about what would happen before tonight. With Ryan's temperament, he was afraid it won't be easy to compromise until the last moment.

He could only reluctantly reject his wife once.

[I can't eat today. | will work overtime at night, and | will compensate you next time.] Lyra: [Working overtime? how late?] Malcolm: [Before twelve o'clock.] Lyra paused for a while before replying: [Then you plan to have a box meal at the bureau for your dinner?] [Uh-huh...] After typing these two words in anguish, Malcolm did not receive a reply for a long time, and the depression in his heart suddenly made him sink to the bottom.

Rara was used to the meals he cooked, and she must not be happy if he can't go back to cook for her tonight.

He sighed and strengthened his desire to ask for the truth.

Within today, he will not give up until he was given an answer.

An hour and a half later, more than six o'clock in the afternoon.

There was a knock on the door of the office, and the policeman from the cell came in.

Malcolm was in a bad mood and his voice muffled with anger, "Speak." The police officer was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied, "Mr. Malcolm, after sending breakfast, lunch and drinking water, Ryan didn't eat a single mouthful. It was all given to Travis." Malcolm disapproved. "He only has one son, so why he doesn't pamper him?" The police officer continued, "In addition, there is a father and son embracing and full of warmth going on in the cell. It seems Ryan has not planned to come and confess to you." Malcolm was sullen, and the hand that was writing didn't stop. "Got it, keep listening." "Yes, Mr. Malcolm." The policeman went out, and the atmosphere in the office turned cold instantly.

Malcolm's expression was stern and terrifying, and the hand that was writing was faster and faster with the pen.

The thing about Charles coming over just now kept popping up in his mind.

Did grandpa put people around him, or did he keep some military contacts in the bureau? Travis only suffered from physical punishment, not even serious injuries. Grandpa was eager to rescue this grandson. Did he have anything to do with the car accident that his parents had in those years? When thinking about it, there was a click sound.

Malcolm didn't notice it. He bent the nib of the pen with all his strength.

Black ink leached out, staining a document he had just written.

One drop of thick ink made the whole paper unusable.

Malcolm took a deep breath, suppressing his bored heart, and forced himself to calm down.

Without hesitation, he threw away the pen that had become waste.

The pages stained with ink were also crumpled up and thrown into the trash together.

Then he opened the drawer, picked out a new expensive pen, retook the ink from the ink bottle, organized his thoughts again, and wrote again.

He forced his mind to concentrate so much that someone quietly turned the lock cylinder to come in, but he didn't pay attention.

Knowing that there was a sound of cups being put down next to him, Malcolm quickly retracted his thoughts and glanced at the things that were placed on the table.

It was a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

He frowned, and his voice was cold to the extreme, "Who allows you to bring coffee in without knocking on the door or making a report?" At the same time as he lectured, he raised his eyes and watched the familiar eyes.

The woman stared at him with a half-smile, and after listening to his words, the smile on her face disappeared.

"It turns out | pour a cup of coffee for Mr. Malcolm myself, and | need to be like your subordinate." Hmm...

Malcolm was stunned. The anger in his eyes disappeared, and his voice quickly returned to softness, "Why are you here?" Lyra pouted angrily, "You have to work overtime until late at night. As your wife, can't | come and see?" "How come? You can come at any time." Malcolm reached out to her, trying to hug her.

She stretched out her hand, but didn't put it in his palm, but tapped him lightly, as if she had just been sullen and vented, "Seeing that you want to stay in the bureau alone and eat dinner, it's pathetic, so I'm here to accompany you." Malcolm grabbed her wrist while she retracted her hand, pulled her into his arms, and rubbed the tip of her nose.

"You're so nice." He was sweet in his heart, and the anguish caused by Ryan and Travis was swept away.

Lyra, who was in his arms , glanced down at the document he was writing.

Being a little worried, she smoothed his frowning eyebrows with her hands, "With your capacity, it's impossible you didn't even know when | entered the office, and you look sad. What are you bothering about?" "It's still Travis' business yet." In front of his wife, Malcolm didn't hide it, but told her the matter word for word.

Although he didn't want to let her worry, if he didn't say it, Rara might feel that he didn't trust her. So as not to cause unnecessary quarrels, it was better to explain honestly.

After Lyra listened carefully, her expression instantly turned serious, "So what are you going to do now?" Malcolm kissed her red lips, "Wait." "Wait?" Malcolm nodded and patted her stomach, "Are you hungry? I'll have someone instruct the canteen in the bureau to make dinner as refined as possible." "Don't be so troublesome. The main purpose of coming here is to accompany you. What to eat is secondary.” The two held hands and went to the small cafeteria to eat together.

Many police officers were stunned.

Malcolm didn't let anyone bring food into the office, but actually brought his wife to the cafeteria to eat, and even walked hands in hands.

A group of people looked at the two loving people enviously.

Was this deliberately displaying their affection?